Not The Target
Last night I had a dream about a shooting
two minutes from my house
in the parking lot across from my first school.
A dream about a hate crime destroying a party
for a Muslim friend’s graduation.
The banner we all signed torn straight down the middle.
I saw cars coming down the road,
and I began running for my life
leaving my friends to fend for themselves.
But I ran the wrong way
towards the road where their cars could surely catch me.
Fear was driving, not logic.
Headlights on me, then he passed me. Why?
Last night my mistake was not fatal
because I was not the target victim.
Last night I was lucky to be Jewish
to be wearing stereotypical American teen clothes
a baseball cap in good-worn condition.
You see, I should have died with my friends.
Honesty, I should have died trying to help.
I should have died because I am not Islamophobic.
Last night I had a dream that I’ve never had before
triggered by all of the hate rooted in society.
Hate brings fear and today I am fearful.
Last night I had a nightmare
but today it’s fueling my words, my actions.
We can’t be bystanders any longer.